July 1182, morning.

The rain kept dripping along the eaves.

Drops of water hit the ground, smashed and splashed, some spilled in the air, and some fell on the surface of the brown corners.

There were two people standing by the wall under the eaves.

A man was thin, only in his teens, with a red complexion and a white-washed blue Taoist robe.

He tied his long black hair into a Taoist bun, and he was inserted into a wooden brown crescent crown. The rough and unsanded corners could be seen on the edges of the wooden crown.

Standing opposite him was a beautiful woman wearing a veil, bright eyes and fair skin.

The woman is slim and dressed in a plain white dress. The hem of the skirt is only at the middle of her thighs, revealing her fair skin. She wears brown leather boots that are long up to her knees, and a green belt made of jade leather around her waist.

"Rong Fang, I may have to go to Dadu in a while, and I may not be able to see you often in the future." The woman's voice was soft and clear, as clean as if it was spring water in the mountain stream.

"Haven't you promised me that you won't go with Dumalan again?" The man gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out his voice from his teeth.

"I promised you." The woman nodded, "so I'm not following Dumalan now."

She sighed softly and turned to look at the dense forest in the rain curtain outside the eaves.

In the dark green and brown forest, the wind blows the branches and shakes continuously.

The rustling sounds and crackling raindrops are mixed together, and they cannot tell each other.

"In life, if you want to avoid being bullied, you have to try your best to climb up. Do you still don't understand this truth?"

The woman whispered.

"I don't want to do this either, but what else can I use as a bargaining chip besides this beauty? At least, I am much luckier than other mediocre women, at least I still have hope of turning things around!"

She opened the bag from the small bag on her back, took out a thing wrapped in light butter paper, and handed it to the man.

"My parents left early, and only the two of us siblings are left in this world to rely on each other. Rong Fang, this is something I have saved up in the past few years, you can take it..."

She handed over the greased paper bag.

In recent years, since I figured it out, the woman sold her body at a suitable price, exchanged for her brother and her safety, and had no worries about food and clothing.

Moreover, there is something in this paper bag that my brother has wanted for a long time.

When the woman thought of this, her other hand unconsciously pressed the skin on the back of her thigh.

You can feel pain through the skirt.

For that thing, she gave up her dignity and became someone else's plaything.

But it's worth it.

This money, plus that thing, should be enough for her brother's food, clothing and expenses for many years after she left...

"Take it, don't worry, I will definitely let us live..."

Bang!!

The man slapped the greased paper bag hard.

The oiled paper bag was knocked away with great force, rolled into the rain, rolled a few times on the wet mud, and spread out a stack of paper money of different sizes and copper coins.

"Who wants your dirty money!" the man suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Do you think you don't know if you don't say it? Do you think you can live a good life with money!? Do you think no one knows what you do all day long!? Do you know how others say you behind your back?!"

"You don't know anything! It's so happy to be played with, right? You're shameless, I'm shameless!"

"How did your parents teach us at the beginning? You forgot all?"

"From now on, I, Zhang Rongfang, will not recognize you as my sister again!! Now take your dirty money and get out of here!!"

Bang!

He slapped the woman hard, turned around and left, and disappeared deep in the forest in a short while in the rain.

The woman was stunned for a moment, her right cheek was beaten red and slowly became swollen, but she didn't care much and rushed out of the eaves, ran towards the paper bag that was knocked away, squatted down and picked up the banknotes from the ground one by one.

She picked it up very carefully, but unfortunately, the rain and mud water, and the mud and smashed it a few times on the ground. She still made most of the old ones in the banknotes mess up and rotted.

These broken things cannot be used and can only be invalid. This means that most of her previous efforts have been invalidated...

While picking up the woman, she suddenly dripped a drop of water on the back of her hand, but the water droplets seemed to be not raindrops.

Tears blurred her vision, and her hands were covered with mud and water.

"Not blamed him, he is still young and ignorant... I don't know the importance of money. After that, he will..."

She didn't say anything, but just wrapped the money and things back into the oil paper bag, squatting there, wet in the rain, and her voice swallowed and muttered, not knowing what to say.

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Daling·February, 1183.

Pingyu Road, Huaxin County, Qinghe Palace.

The cross-shaped red flowers sway gently in the wind on the tree, and a drop of dew drops fell from the end of the petals.

The dewdrops fell, crossed more than ten meters high, and gently smashed a person's cheek.

The Taoist reached out and rubbed his face, closed his eyes, picked up the yellow gourd in his hand, and sniffed it at the hole.

"A gourd is drunk in the spring of the Begonia, and a gourd is revealed before drinking the fragrance. This wine is truly a famous gourd wine... I can feel comfortable all over when I smell it!"

He looked intoxicated and sighed. He held the gourd and raised his head up, drinking, fantasizing that there was a good wine gushing out of the empty gourd.

In front of the Taoist was a black and white Tai Chi Taoist temple, square, surrounded by white walls and flowers and trees.

A dozen young Taoist priests were sitting cross-legged in the temple, reciting scriptures.

"The bamboo is broken and needs to be replenished. Holding the chicken is used to make it use of eggs. All things are not futile, and they are fighting for real lead and contain holy mechanisms..."

A group of young Taoists recited the scriptures in a tune of singing. There were two Taoists next to them, one holding the Emperor Bell (Taoist Hand-Ringing Bell), and the other beating the drum, echoing each other for accompaniment.

In the corner, a young Taoist with slightly dark skin and a little thin skin was opening and closing his mouth, but no sound came out.

Obviously this person is just lip-syncing.

He was wearing a dark blue Taoist suit, with a crescent-shaped wooden Taoist crown on his head, and his face was dull.

On the surface, it was a chorus, but in fact it was in chaos.

It has been more than ten days since he came to this world, but Zhang Rongfang is still confused and unable to adapt to life here.

One night, he simply closed his eyes and opened them again and changed his place.

After more than ten days of observation, Zhang Rongfang calmly collected various information and probably figured out some of the situation here.

This is a huge country called Da Ling.

And his area is a Taoist temple that is not big or small in the mountains to the west of Daling.

The Taoist temple is called Qinghe Palace. There are hundreds of Taoist priests living in the square Taoist palace.

He, Zhang Rongfan, is one of them.

Taoists often have morning and evening classes. In addition to chanting scriptures and doing miscellaneous work, they can occasionally see some Taoists practicing Taoist practices.

but.....

After Zhang Rongfang asked carefully, he realized that the Taoist sect techniques in this world have no exaggerated effects, and were mainly created for longevity and health preservation.

There are no immortal arts, no strange magic weapons, and no sword flying.

The only benefit of Taoist priests here practicing Taoism is that they are healthy and have few diseases. They can occasionally treat others' illnesses, which is what the saying goes, Qigong treatment...

After seeing several Taoist palaces, it is said that Zhang Rongfang completely gave up after seeing the masters of Taoism who were highly skilled in Taoism.

Decades of practice have made these old Taoists healthy, full of red faces, fast running, strong in the middle, and no special ones.

Following the morning class, a group of Taoist priests sat quietly for a while before they stood up amid the bell.

"You are going to the fire room, hurry up. A noble person came to visit this morning. Everyone is energetic. Don't be as lazy as usual." The senior brother who is responsible for supervising the morning class shouted loudly with a whisk in his hand.

"It won't be burned even if you go early. The firewood is almost used up. I haven't filled it up yet. I've been shouting and I've been shouting all day long, but the master didn't even say anything."

The fat white Taoist priest beside him muttered in a low voice.

The fat Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Rongfang.

"Lao Fang, why don't you do it for me? I'll give you this number." He reached out and compared his index finger.

"Ten Months?" Zhang Rongfang understood, "No, I have something to do today."

"Oh, I'm going to the letter room to get the letter, right?" The fat Taoist priest called Pang Zhong and laughed when he heard this.

But there seemed to be a different meaning in his smile.

Zhang Rongfang ignored it.

After he came to this world, he inherited some of the memories of his predecessors and knew that both his parents had died and he had an older sister, but now his sister has also gone to the distant Dadu and has now broken off contact.

And it seemed that he had left on his own initiative and ran to Qinghegong to become a Taoist priest before he disconnected from contact.
To be continued...